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Jan 23
To play the heartstrings plays a song only we can hear,
To love the artist of words,

Every string you pluck,
Becomes our canvas.
Make us cry,
The world will read.

To love a writer,
Is to publish your deeds.
Written by
Robert van Lingen  25/M/Anywhere But Here
(25/M/Anywhere But Here)   
     Latifah, Liz, MayC, Maesie and Georgia
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